The joyful reunion is full of laughter, and the night is happy in the sound of firecrackers.
Welcome the new year, joy, Chinese New Year's Eve family and friends gather, singing and laughing.
Relatives and friends celebrate the New Year, say goodbye to the old year with laughter and singing, and wish peace in the fireworks array.
Say goodbye to the old year, relatives and friends smile and celebrate the New Year, and thousands of families are safe for another day.
Another spring, Christmas Eve is the most moon in front of the window, always remembering people.
Reporting peace, another year in the voice, happy friends celebrate reunion.
Thinking of relatives, saying goodbye to the old year in the sound of wine and joy, and dreaming of the hometown.
Laughter and singing friends are long, the ancient rhyme is spread all over the world, and the hall is full of blessings.
The drizzle is silent, the trees are green, the breeze is intended to send peace, relatives and friends often get together, and the wine is full of smiles.
Reunion at night, farewell to the old year in the sound of firecrackers, happy songs and prosperous times, and boundless joy for relatives and friends to gather.
Relatives wish each other, enjoy each other, sing loudly, and share the peace of the years.
When the New Year is celebrated, the food is close day and night, farewell to the old year, and the new year is after peace.
The sound of firecrackers welcomes the new year, ten thousand households are spring, the relatives are not there, and the songs and laughter are full of joy.
A wisp of clear light is hazy in the quiet night, the wind blows the shadows of the trees and dances, and the poems of the moon are full of charm.
Hazy to the dawn, the clear light sprinkled all over the stars, the moon is endowed with verses, and the wind sends flowers into dreams.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and autumn, and the sorrow is sprinkled outside the thousands of mountains, and the tears flow before dawn.
Tonight, the stars sing the moon, the wind and dew sing the flower poems, the clear light spreads the road of the world, don't wait for the dawn to wake up.
Shine on the high-rise building, do not feel that the wind blows and the flowers fall in the sky, and the dream is in the middle of the stream.
In the dead of night, people are quiet until dawn, accompany me, the moon is full of poems and elegant rhymes, and the wind blows the willow dance lightly.
The jade dew is full of Beijing, and the new words of the moon come to my house, a wisp of clear light is thousands of miles away, and I still enjoy the chrysanthemums.
Drunk Xiaolou, when will the golden wind and jade dew rest, lovesick tears, and I don't realize that it is autumn again.
A wisp of clear light is gentle everywhere, a thousand threads of green, and the moon is endowed with spring flowers.
By dawn, the clear light sprinkled verses on the moon and sent the distant wind.
The golden wind and jade dew dance, the new words of the moon are on the wine song, the clear light of thousands of miles is the same night, and the sky is still dreaming of Nanke.
Send lovesickness, the wind blows the fallen leaves and does not dissociate people's minds, and when you wake up in the morning.
Sprinkled with flowers, I didn't feel that the dawn came to my house, the wind shook the bamboo shadow in front of the window, and gave the pipa to the moon.
Last night, the sky was sprinkled all over the window lattice, and the poetry was fragrant to the moonflowers.
The wind is far away, the moon is infinitely good, and the chrysanthemums are fragrant.
The moon is full of feelings, the two sleeves are fragrant, the clear light is infinitely good, and the flowers do not bloom in the morning.
Sprinkle a pool of waves, the night has passed, the wind sends the lotus fragrance people to get drunk, and the poem is a new song to the moon.
The sound of drizzle, full of red rivers, chanting poems to the fragrance of moonflowers in a dream.
Send cool chrysanthemums to bloom, the moon is full of poetry and clear light thousands of miles away, and the sky is still shining on the building.
The moon is affectionate, the wind is long, and the clear light is sprinkled all over the sky.
Qinghui is thousands of miles away, and the sky is bright and reminiscent of the old feelings, and the wind and clouds are swept away, and the moon is full of autumn sounds.
With the same thread, the new words are lingering, sprinkled outside the thousands of mountains, according to me.
The flowers and moons under the forest, the pine and bamboo winds, a clear glow is still the sunset red.
The indifferent light smoke cage is green willow, sent back to the boat, and the light and shadow fluctuate with the fluctuation, swinging into the heart of the river like a hook.
A song of fishing singing returns late, the blue sky and clouds fly south, and the reed flowers enter the cuiwei silently.
Frightened egrets, swinging green mountains, even the sky is blue, fishing songs sing on the night boat.
The rippling waves float white jade, the silent drizzle moistens the moss, the lakes and mountains are blue, and a fishing song comes into a dream.
The green willow weeping silk sings through the east of the small bridge, and the frog sound is a floating cloud and a rainbow.
Singing the evening breeze, the moon is hazy, the light boat swings into the reed flowers, and the night is thick in the sound of the night.
A tree warbler is lonely in spring, the lake is full of waves, the mandarin ducks dream in the tent, and the evening fishing song is sung into the painting.
Poetry, the murmuring of the stream and the sound of birds, the blue leaves and red flowers sing with the wind at night.
Bishan is horizontal, a song of fishing songs returns to the distance, and the screen is drawn.
The wind is beautiful, the blue shadow and the moon are hazy, and the light boat swings into the sound of the sunset is red.
The night is not young, the moonlight and green leaves of the lotus pond move with the wind, and the song accompanies the dream.
A wave of smoke is a long flow of water, and the reflection is even blue in the sky, entering the gallery.
The moon is bright outside the blue screen window, a fishing song sings in the evening, and the people in the sound are drunk, and the light boat swings into sleep.
A song moves Shenzhou, the water is blue and the sky is blue for a good autumn, the reeds fly to the egrets, and the sound of oars and lights flow wave by wave.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art